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 Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.