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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Standells to the rock 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Can,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.