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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.