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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Index,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.