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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.