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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.