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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.