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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.