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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
a-ha,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Can,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.