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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Arcadia to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.