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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Cowsills to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.