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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Whodini,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Index,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.