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 Mali and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.