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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Ten City,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.