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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.