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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy 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?
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
ABC,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.