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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Black Flag to the disco 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.