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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.