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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
The Doors,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.