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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.