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 Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.