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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Ten City,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.