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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 theremin 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 Fear 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.