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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 The New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Japan,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Can,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.