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 Malta 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.