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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.