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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.