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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Gong,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
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.