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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.