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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.