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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.