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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.