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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.