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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.