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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.