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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.