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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.