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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Jandek 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.