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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.