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 Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.