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 Togo 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
X-101,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.