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 Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.