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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Dawn Penn to the rock 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.