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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.