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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.