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 Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.