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 Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.