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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.