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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Moody Blues to the rock 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Fear,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.