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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Alphaville to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.