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 Ireland 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
The Vogues,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.