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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.