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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Scion,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.