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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
JFA,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.