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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Magma,
MDC,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.