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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.