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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Index to the rock 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.