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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.