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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Dead C to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.