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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Slave to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.