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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Smoke,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.