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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Funky Four + One to the funk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '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 the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.