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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.