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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 linndrum 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Scion,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.