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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.