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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Scion,
June Days,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.