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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.