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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.