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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
DNA,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.