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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.