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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.