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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.