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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.