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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.