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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Wings,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.