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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Grauzone to the disco 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.