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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.