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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.