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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 808 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.