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 Paraguay 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Grass Roots to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.