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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.