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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.