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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
The Index,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.