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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.