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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 The Buckinghams to the rock 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.