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 Romania 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Television,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.