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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.