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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.