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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
New Order,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
X-101,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.