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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Index,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.