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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Nico 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.