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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.