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 Bolivia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Television,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.