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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.