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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.