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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.