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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.