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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Magma,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.