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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.