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 Turkmenistan 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.