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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers to the techno 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.