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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.