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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Wire,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
The Names,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.