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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.