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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.