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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Wire,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.