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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.