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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Smog,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.