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 Argentina 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the dance 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.