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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.