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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.