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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.