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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
The Saints,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.