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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.