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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.