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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Gong,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.