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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the grime 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
10cc,
Rekid,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.