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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Main Source,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.