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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.