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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Slits to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 linndrum and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.