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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 The Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.