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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
MC5,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.