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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.