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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.