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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.