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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Slave,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
The Names,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Organ,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.