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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
10cc,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.