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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.