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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.