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 Monaco 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Slits to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
cv313,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.