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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.