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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.