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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
the Association,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.