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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Easy Going 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.