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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.