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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Visage,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
UT,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.