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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.