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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Can,
The Names,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.