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 Norway 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.