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 Tehran.
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 London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Happenings 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.