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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the dance 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.