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 Estonia and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.