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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Faust,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.