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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Scientists,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Swans,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.