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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.