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 Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Y Pants to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
June Days,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.