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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Nas,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.