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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the grime 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.