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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Human League to the disco 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Index,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.