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 France and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.