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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
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.