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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.