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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.