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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.