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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nico to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.