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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.