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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Bill Near to the rock 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.