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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.