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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.