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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.