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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Pole,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.