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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.