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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.