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 Belgium 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.