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 Lebanon 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.