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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux 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?
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
UT,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.