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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Can,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.