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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.