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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.