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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.