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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants 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?
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.