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 New York.
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 Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.