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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.