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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.