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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Scion,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.