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 Niger and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.