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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.