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 Qatar 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.