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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.