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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.