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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
X-101,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.