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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.