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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Television,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.