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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.