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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.