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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.