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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.