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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
June Days,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.