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 Algeria and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.