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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Max Romeo to the grunge 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.