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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.