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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.