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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Television to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.