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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Wings,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.