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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Gories 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 crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.