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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.