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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.