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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.