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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Niagra,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.