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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Cybotron to the punk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
MDC,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.