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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.