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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Faust,
X-101,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.