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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.