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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.