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 Colombia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.