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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.