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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Germs to the disco 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.