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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Buzzcocks to the disco 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.