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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.