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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.