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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.