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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.