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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.