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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
JFA,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.