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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.