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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.