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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.