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 Monaco and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Slave,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.