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 Seychelles and from London.
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 Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Nico,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.