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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.