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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Television,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.