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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.