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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Buzzcocks 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.