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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.