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 Kazakhstan 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.