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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Cameo,
MC5,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
JFA,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.