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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.