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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.