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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.