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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.