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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.