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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.