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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Crime,
The Gories,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.