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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime 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?
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.