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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Whodini to the rock 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.