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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.