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 Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Amazonics to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.