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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.