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 Russia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Angels of Light to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.