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 France 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.