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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.