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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.