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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.