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 Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.