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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.