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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.