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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Audionom,
The Gories,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.