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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.