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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.