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 Senegal 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
June Days,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.