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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.