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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.