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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.