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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.