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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.