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 Mali and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Model 500 to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.