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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.