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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.