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 China and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.