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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.