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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.