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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.