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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.