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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.