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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.