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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Pole,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
JFA,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.