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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.