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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Swans,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
cv313,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.