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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Fear,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.