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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the rap 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.