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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Five Americans to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.