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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
AZ,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.