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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cure to the rock 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.