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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.