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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.