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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.