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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.