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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.