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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.