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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.