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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.