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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.