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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Deakin to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.