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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the punk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.