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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
DNA,
X-101,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.