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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.