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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Amon Düül to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.