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 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.