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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Can,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.