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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.