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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish 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?
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
cv313,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.