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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.