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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.