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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.