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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.