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 Botswana 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.