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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Organ,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.