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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.