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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Q65,
Darondo,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.