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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Pretty Things 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.