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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.