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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.