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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Smog,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.