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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.