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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.