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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.