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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.