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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Buckinghams to the grunge 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.