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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Monks,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.