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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.