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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.