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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.