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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Monks to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.