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 London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Kayak,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.