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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.