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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
the Human League,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.