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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.