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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen 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?
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.