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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Human League to the funk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Brick,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.