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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.