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 El Salvador 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.