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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.