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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.