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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.