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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.