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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.