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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.