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 United States and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback 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 crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Television,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.