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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.