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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.