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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 Tehran and Accra.
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 mellotron 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.