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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.