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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.