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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.