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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Index,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.