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 Mongolia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.