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 Cuba and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.