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 Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
CMW,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.