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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.