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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Audionom,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.