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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.