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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Crime,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.