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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Qualms to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Lyres,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.