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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
The Index,
AZ,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Monks,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.