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 Liberia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 The Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
The Smoke,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.