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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
AZ,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.