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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.