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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.