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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.