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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Gong,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.