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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.