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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.