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 Iraq and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.