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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.