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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.