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 Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.