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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.