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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.