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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.