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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.