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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.