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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
UT,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.