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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Graham Central Station to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
June Days,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.