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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.