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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.