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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.