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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.