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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.