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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley 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?
The Sound,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
ABC,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.