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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.