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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.