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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Cosmic Jokers to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.