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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.