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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the punk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.