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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.