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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.