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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.