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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.