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 Greece and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Salvador and Mexico City.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.