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 Fiji 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.