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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.