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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.