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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.