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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
June Days,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Crime,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.