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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.