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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the funk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.