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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 U.S. Maple to the rock 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Fear,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.