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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.