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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Television,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.