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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.