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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.