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 Burundi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Lyres,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.