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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.