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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.