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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.