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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Germs to the rap 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.