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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Christie to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.