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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Deakin,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.