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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Q65,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.