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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 rhodes 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.