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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Niagra to the punk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Index,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.