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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 MDC to the electroclash 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Magma,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.