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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.