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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.