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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
X-102,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Brick,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.