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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.