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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.