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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.