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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.