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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Index, Index, Index, 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.