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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 The Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
The Move,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.