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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.