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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.