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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.