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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.