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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.