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 Mauritania 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 linndrum 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.