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 Iran and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Black Moon to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.