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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
MDC,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.