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 Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.