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 Norway 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.