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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.