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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Rekid,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Lyres,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.