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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.