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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.