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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.