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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
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.