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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Swans,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.