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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.