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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Monks to the jazz 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.