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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Residents to the funk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.