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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.