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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.