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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.