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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.