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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the electroclash 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.