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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.