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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sparks to the electroclash 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Sparks,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Echospace,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.