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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.