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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.