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 Niger 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.