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 Uzbekistan 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.