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 Panama and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.