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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.