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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the rock 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.