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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Black Dice 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.