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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
UT,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.