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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 American Breed to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.