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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the jazz 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.