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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gap Band to the electroclash 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Nas,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.