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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.