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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.