Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.