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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.