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 Panama 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.