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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Cosmic Jokers to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.