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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.