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 Kazakhstan 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the funk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Television,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.