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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.