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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.