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 Moldova and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.