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 Uruguay 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Skarface to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.