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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.