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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.