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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.