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 United States and from Lagos.
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 Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.