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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis 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?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
EPMD,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.