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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.