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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.