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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Young Rascals to the dance 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.