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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.