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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.