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 Burundi and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.