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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cramps to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.