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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.