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 Greece and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.