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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.