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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.