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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.