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 Taiwan 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
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.