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 Algeria and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.