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 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.