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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.