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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.