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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Eric Copeland to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.