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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cale. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.