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 Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.