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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Inner City to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.