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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.