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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Smoke 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.