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 Israel and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Television,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.