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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.