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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.