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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.