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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.