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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.