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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.