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 France and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Can,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.