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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.