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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Smoke to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.