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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.