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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.