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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D 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?
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.