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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Organ,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Index,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.