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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
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.