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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Whodini,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.