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 Cameroon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vogues to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Nico,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.