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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.