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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
John Holt,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.