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 Slovenia and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Niagra,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Faust,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.