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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.