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 Italy 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 808 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 Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.